Queen ❅ Elsa (
defyingfrigidity) wrote2030-01-31 10:54 am
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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, QUEENOFICEOLATION. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 013.11.221.20 *** QUEENOFICEOLATION has joined 013.11.221.20 <QUEENOFICEOLATION> I think I've finally gotten the hang of these devices. <QUEENOFICEOLATION> So! <QUEENOFICEOLATION> There's no harm in setting up one of these, yes? <QUEENOFICEOLATION> (Thanks to those of you who helped me do so and I'm sorry if I frustrated anyone) | ||||
<ranger>
Sometimes... I feel like I never deserved to have any of this either. No matter how hard I tried to earn it, it was always just out of reach, and it never felt right. Not until I met Raps... and then I met you.
But I promise you, Elsa. You're not dreaming. I'll tell you you're not however many times I need to.
<queenoficeolation>
I'm so sorry that you felt like you had to fight for something like this...
[... Hm. It seems like an abrupt moment to change the conversation, but. With the way things keep going, Elsa wants to do this face to face. Not just over text.]
... Hey, have you had lunch yet?
<ranger>
[It's an interesting conversation, born of happiness, but dredging up painful memories.
...ah.]
No. I've been busy... and also distracted.
[Thinking about her fiance.]
<queenoficeolation>
[And then the conversation cuts off, before Cass can protest!]
<ranger>
Okay. See you soon.
<queenoficeolation> -> Action
Hope you're not busy, now!
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For you? Never. [She rises to meet Elsa at the door, with a smile and a fleeting kiss on the lips.] My mouth's already starting to water.
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Should I be worried that you didn't eat breakfast today? Your stomach seems to be trying to figure out a way to growl louder than you can.
[Nudging Cass's hip with her own, Elsa enters the office and sets the containers in her hands out on Cass's desk. Inside are a couple of those fancy dip sandwiches; hot, thinly sliced meat (it's beef, not... anything else) with little covered cups of au jus gravy on the side of each of them. And of course another container is filled with fresh pastries - a few danishes, still warm, with honey drizzled all over them.
It's nothing extravagant, but it's certainly MORE than appealing to a hungry bear.]
I know it's just lunch, but... you deserved something a little special, with all the hard work you've been doing.
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Hey, I ate breakfast! How could I possibly pass up your cooking?
[Following Elsa back to her desk, Cass snatches up a couple leftover folders and stuffs them down a drawer. Better to have as little mess as possible.
But speaking of growling, once the food is being set out... Well, there can't be any doubt that Elsa's girlfriend is a bear. Just the fancy sandwiches were enough to salivate (which... she was, a little) but the PASTRIES? She was lucky it was only the two of them in the quiet office; none of her employees needed to hear her stomach growl in approval like that.]
I, uh, I appreciate it. A lot. [cough cough] Elsa, this... it's almost too much.
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That's because I made enough for the two of us. [It's then that she turns around, a soft smile on her face.] With what we were talking about before... I thought it'd be nice to have some time to ourselves. To help get you out of your head.
[It... had gotten a little heavy in those last few messages, after all.]
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You're the best, you know that? [There isn't a drop of sarcasm in her voice. Cass is fully honest, and fully in love as she takes a seat.] Just remember that we're not trying to get only me out of my head. So, if there's anything you want to get off your chest...?
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[And it never fails to fluster her each time. It's so... odd, but in a good way, to be so affectionate with someone. Elsa's not sure she'll ever really get used to it.
She sits down at the desk opposite Cass, taking her portion of the food out of the containers and setting it all out on some paper plates she brought with her. It's not really a picnic indoors, but... it's nice. A little reprive from the daily grind.]
I'm okay, I think. It's just... one of those moments where you don't realize you have those thoughts lurking in your head, until something happens that draw them to the surface.
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[Being so openly affectionate and loving towards another person is still so new to Cassandra. Sometimes, she wonders if she'll ever really grow accustomed to the butterflies in her chest. Maybe never. Imagine that.
She quietly watches Elsa set the plates, not touching her food yet. But that's not going to last.]
Tell me about it. Looks like we both still have a few things to think about... Like starting to accept how happy we are.